It has only been two days since the last time Fu Bo knocked on the mountain gate at night, and although Fu Bo killed the eighteen most powerful monks in Shitan Temple, there are still many other monks who are not so powerful.

There was so much movement at the mountain gate tonight, and the first to rush over to inspect the situation were these precept monks.

Discipline monks, protect temples, protect the law, protect Buddhas, and protect sentient beings.

The monks have already discovered Fu Bo, and they have also discovered the old monk of the round ring who was held in the hands of Fu Bo.

The old monk is the elder of the hidden cultivation in Shitan Temple, although he has no position and does not care about the world, but he has brought them up since he was a child, and he is like a biological father to them.

At this time, the head of the ring was already bleeding, and the father of the ring was injured, no matter how much fear there was ahead, these monks had to break through.

Moreover, Na Fu Bo is a demon passed down by the monks in the temple.

The Buddha crosses sentient beings, but also crosses demons, and the vajra demon stick in the hands of the monk is here to cross the demons.

For the father, for the devil, even if there is a great fear of the destruction of the world ahead, these monks must break through.

Several cold lights waved, and the monks were on it, and even in such a chaotic situation, the formation of the monks was still quite well maintained.

It is still a 'protective array', Wei Dao Tianjin's body protects the trapped demon array, a trapped demon formation, this formation is used because these monks are concerned about the safety of the ring and are unwilling to be injured by mistake, so they want to trap Fu Bo first.

Ho ho ~

Fu Bo laughed wildly, and secretly scolded the stupid donkey in his heart, and at this time, these monks knew that they were invincible, but they did not turn around and run away, but rushed up to fight.

Let's fight, as soon as these monks make a move, they are still trapped in this demon array, and they are still thinking about how not to accidentally injure this old monk.

I can't take care of myself, and I'm still taking care of others.

What stupid humans.

This is also something he has never been able to figure out, whether it is a weak mortal or a monk who does not measure his strength, he always likes to jump out to death for some reasons that obviously have no chance of winning, it is not his business, and he still looks like he is dead as a matter of course.

I really don't understand...... But that's fine, such a monk is very cute, and it also adds a little fun to Fubo's memorial trip.

So Fu Bo laughed, and then deliberately put the bald head of the round ring under the stick and knocked it on the monks.

Those monks were so frightened that every time the stick was about to fall, they had to forcibly take it back.

That's how to fight.

If you don't fight, you will die, Fu Bo deliberately did not use all his strength, but slowly, one by one, pointed at these monks, to the parts that Fu Bo thought was fun.

The first monk, one of his eyeballs was gouged out with a finger, and he was drenched in blood, and he staggered back to the stick formation and screamed.

The second monk had a cold nose, two big holes were exposed in the nostrils of his face, and blood foam was sprayed out between his breaths, but the monk didn't feel pain, so he didn't retreat, and was still looking for an opportunity with a magic stick.

The third ordained monk lost both ears and lost his lips, but he didn't even shout, trying to stand in front of the fourth ordained monk.

The fourth ordination monk......

Or the third ordination monk, Fu Bo finally got tired of the third ordination monk's obstruction, one finger into the third ordination monk's forehead, the whole hand passed through the face, and when he pulled it back, the ordained monk had no face, only a head with holes.

His face was gone, and the body of the monk slowly fell back.

The monks paused for a moment.

Then two of them ignored Fauber's deadly fingers, threw away the wand, turned around and gently lifted the corpse back.

The movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that the corpse of the ordained monk would hurt if he fell to the ground.

This scene was very unexpected even for Fauber, and he couldn't help but pause.

Then, as if humiliated somewhere in his heart, Fauber shouted frantically, and finally stopped playing and killed him.

The rest of the monks died very quickly, very quickly, so fast that they did not feel pain.

A corpse in one place.

Fu Bo stopped, and seemed to be a little annoyed that he had acted too quickly, so that these monks did not taste enough pain, and they lost.

Fauber's anger reached its peak the moment he saw Yuanjie's expression.

Because the round ring actually raised the corners of his mouth.

The corners of the round ring actually went up, the round ring was actually laughing, looking at the expression, the round ring was actually very satisfied with the performance of this group of children.

Fu Bo roared angrily, then pinched Yuanjie's face and asked, "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? You dare to laugh? Your disciples and grandchildren are dead, and you are still laughing?!"

Yuanjie ignored Fubo, closed his eyes, and was still smiling, in addition to the smile, Yuanjie's face also had a hint of contempt.

Despise what?

Of course, he despises Fu Bo, how can Fu Bo, a 'demon', understand that there is love in the world, and there is great love in the world.

These great loves are strong feelings that cannot be broken by a knife, blood cannot be covered, and death cannot be stopped.

These loves are the difference between man and demon, man and demon, man and all things.

People have love, there is great love, regardless of race, time and space, only between people, so people are what they are.

How can Fu Bo understand this kind of 'demon'.

So Yuanjie laughed, Fu Bo was annoyed, at this moment Yuanjie was a little embarrassed, a little proud, and a little contemptuous, all from Yuanjie's heart.

Fauber vented, gasping for breath and calming down.

After a while, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and secretly said that he had lived so much age, and he should not have so many extra mood swings, but he didn't understand why he lost control of his emotions every time he met these bald donkeys.

In fact, he forgot that the little national teacher had summarized it a long time ago: the Tao is different.

Fu Bo cultivates the way of the great sage, and everything is his own, maybe Fu Bo will be angry for Shiro, maybe Fu Bo will keep the precepts for his clan, but all this he does cannot be above himself.

For the way of the great sage of Fu Bo, if the body dies, if you die, you will have nothing, so first of all, you can't die, why the reason is good, you can't die, you die, everything else is vain.

Therefore, he could not understand the death behavior of these monks, nor could he understand the monks' repeated self-sacrifice behavior.

It's just that the Tao is different, and the Tao is different, and the other party will not be accustomed to all the practices, so it is natural to be angry.

At this time, several more people came ahead.

These people were the most ordinary lay people, dressed in lay clothes, chanting with their hands folded, and their feet were trembling, but they still couldn't stop them from walking towards these corpses.

Approaching the corpse, the laymen slowly squatted, closed the eyes of the monk who had not closed his eyes, and chanted excessively, but they did not dare to look at Fu Bo.

The nameless agitation in Fu Bo's heart rose again, and he cursed secretly: "Here it is again, here it is again, these lowly mortals, these fools who have come to die, Shiro, drink this blood together." ”

Fauber stood in place with the ring, his figure empty, and rushed towards the mortal laymen.

The next moment, the heads of those lay people rose to the sky, Fu Bo didn't want to eat the essence of these mortal Yin Tang without cultivation, he just grabbed several heads and sprinkled blood on all sides, making a pour of wine, Huo Huo smiled and said, "Shiro, come, toast you." ”

After a few turns, Fauber shook the skull off his hand, then grabbed the back of the ring's shoulder with his bloody hand, and walked up the hill again.